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    treeiand Tribune
Established 1888.
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Now a man proposes to walk from
Paris to New York byway of Bering
Btraits. Suppose lie does it. What
then?
Norway aud Sweden are with us,
any way, iu believing that war does
not give a nation authority to steal
private property at sea. Some day
the other nations will come around to
the same view. They don't like to ap
pear to follow a Republic, that is all.
We cultivate, develop and reward
inventive genius. The American brain
3s active in every direction which
promises a profit. As a consequence
wo take the lead in all competition,
and are to be found in every market
on the planet. This fact commands
attention, and forces other nations to
go and do likewise as far as circum
stances permit.
Now that Japan has secured the
fullest rights of a civilized power, it
remains to be seen what she will do
with them, and especially if, exercis
ing them, she is able to avoid the
temptations to war, which mark the
danger lines which so many nations
have crossed only to lose their nation
ality forever, aud furnish material for
another chapter on the downfall of ,
Uations.
The British naval manoeuvres this i
year proved in an abstract way that a j
squadron cannot go out to meet aeon- |
Voy of food ships on the Atlantic and j
bring it into port without the enemy's !
fleet being sighted. This is well 1
Rnough so far as it goes. Every rea.
soning Englishman knows in his heart
that the best possible safeguard against 1
starvation in war time is American
good will.
Toleration is often regarded as a
virtue. When there has been uo lib
erty of opiuiou aud action, it is a sign j
of progress if tolerance is accepted as j
a rule of action. But, after a time, j
men begin to object to the word 1
"toleration." They say: "I will not i
tolerate or be tolerated. To tolerate j
another's opinions is to assume supe
riority to them." But, on further re
flection, thinks the Christian Regis- :
ter, it appears that mutual toleration
does not imply superiority on either J
side, but equality and liberty.
There was a time when bicyles cost
3130 each. Then every manufacturer
whoso plant was divertible to the
manufacture of bicycles made bicycles.
Now, after six or seven years of very '
active bicyle-building, any one cau buy i
a first-rate bicycle anywhere for S4O. i
What automobiles cost at present is '
best known to persons affluent enough
to purchase aud play with those ma
chines, but, reasoning by analogy,
they will soon cost very much less, for ,
every factory that can seems to bo
making them, says Harper's Weekly.
The delegates to the Jobbing Con
fectioners' Convention at Buffalo, N.
Y., have adopted a resolution urging
the Government to substitute alum
inum for copper as the material of
email coins. They say that the cop
per cents used in the candy trade carry
disease. Of course any coin would
carry disease if it were not cleaned,
but aluminum would be better in many
respects than copper. It is lighter,
safer, aud does not tarnish as easily.
Perhaps by experimenting, the Gov
ernment might find something better
yet. __________
Fads of Authors.
flow novelists write will always ba
of interest to readers. Each seems to
have some favorite place for attack
ing the muse. Roe wrote "Near to
Nature's Heart," Hay "At the Sea
side," and Besant "All in a Garden
Pair." Verne wrote "Twenty Thou
sand Leagues Under the Sea." Dry den
"In Sunny Lands," and Auerbach "On
the Heights." While Gibbon wrote
"For I jack of Gold" and Payne "In
Peril and Privation," Black wrote "In
Silk Attire" and Haven "Out of Debt,
Out of Danger." Horatio Alger wrote
"Slow and Sure," Williams "On and
Off," and Pike "Every Day." Most
curious of all were Bellamy, who wrote
"Looking Backward," and Parker, who
wrote "Upside Down."—Puck.
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An Episode In the Career of a Young Q
,5 Man That Probably lias Had Its §
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STRANGE as it may
seem, Wickens
tells it as a joke.
But his version
13 b n, quite misses the
YV moral, and the
moral is all there
iCrafnlJ I ' a ' n to reeom *
mend the incident
li^i/ y j&rTg;'fif**' to the notice of a
EML pious public. If
W ; yon fill out Wick-
Hi H v | wt' I 1 ens's account with
the observations
of more disinterested spectators and
the broken story which the hero tells,
and consider it then, in the mass and
sympathetically,' remembering your
own youth, you will have a story that
is not to bo laughed at.
It happeued in Brooklyn and it be
gan on that evening when Baldwin's
landlady and his roommate, Wickens,
agreed iu consultation that something
was amiss with Baldwin. Ho main
tained an irritable silence. He -re
fused Jhis food. He slammed the
doors. He answered "No" wherever
the monosyllable could be made to
serve him. Yet these symptoms are
common to so mnny mental maladies
that it was impossible to diagouise
the case to a prescription. It would
be necessary to know that while he
sat with Wickens, after supper, in
their common room, staring at the
flowered paper on the wall, his body
rested lazily in the ample embraoe of
a fat armohair, bat his thought was
flitting through the eternity of years
that are yet to be added to the age of
the old gray-beard earth, and the eye
of his imagination beheld time's toy,
the world, spinning with all futility
in the round to which the powers have
condemned it everlastingly. Ho saw
himself as an infinitely small life
among the myriads that swarm on the
round sides of the globe, and that
globe as a flying speck of star dust in
a million of such motes. He was un
happy, consequently, and resentful.
He plucked a match from his pocket
and bit at the soft wood. It reminded
him of his pipe. But the cold tip of
the amber, striking hard on liis teeth
after the soft fibre of the match, star
; tied and displeased him. He threw
down the briar with a noisy petu
lence.
| Wickens look ed over his newspa
per. "What's the matter with you,
I anyway?" he said. "You're in a deuce
I of a stew to-night."
j Baldwin answered sullenly. "What
i do you think?"He was fingering a but
ton on his coat. The smooth bone of
i it slipped in his perspiring fingers,
| and he wiped his huuds upon his
j trouser legs.
i It was a cool night, and Wickens
| saw the action with alarm. "What's
| the use of going on like this?" he
I protested.
I "What's the use? What's tho use
of anything?" Baldwin blurted out.
; "What's the use of slaving in an of
i fice? Wliat'll it all amount to in a
' thousand years from now?"
j "Better ask your parson," Wiok
! ens answered with au irreverence skil-
I fully irritating.
j Baldwin glared at him. "Youthink
I that's clever," he said. "I wish you
j felt the way I do." He rolled rest-
I lessly in his chair. "I don't want to
work," he whined. "I don't want to
| do anything."
j "Well, I'm sure I don't know what
to do for you," Wickens pleaded.
Baldwin turned to the open win
dow.
j "Let's try a walk downtown," the
\ other added.
J He was sulkily silent.
; "Come on," Wickens said, putting
i down his paper. "Your liver's out of
order. A walk will do you good. It's
a cool night and the moon's out."
He took his chum by the arm. Bald
win shook off the friendly hand with
i a childish irritability. "All right,"
ho said, "I'm ooming," and rose to
follow.
j As Wickens had remarked, the moon
! was out. "There," said Baldwin,
when he saw it staring down at him,
! "how many busy fools do you suppose
that old skull has leered out?"
"Oh, change the subject," Wickens
1 said. "Everybody has the same trou
blo at your age. It's like the measles."
! "Doesn't help me any."
"Hold up your head," he ordered.
'Tut your shoulders back and step
out. I never had an attack of the
blues yet that I couldn't walk away
from."
They tramped noisily down tho
street. Tho brisk exertion pumped
the blood through Baldwin's veins.
By tho time ho had walked two blocks
in silence tho cheerful movemeut had
begun to drive his bad mood from him
anil he groped stubbornly about in his
mind to hold it.
When they ncared the busier thor
oughfares they crossed a regiment of
the Salvation Army on its way to bat
tle with the legions of darkness.
Wickens heard the bass drum with a
smile.
"Lucky dogs," Baldwin said. "Tliey
think they know what it's all about."
Wickens lost his patience. "Oh,
don't be an ass," he said. "Who are
you, anyway, that all creation has to
give you its reason for existing?"
Baldwin sulked again. In a mo
ment, "Look at that," he broke out.
waving his hand to the row of lighted
shops. "Slaving and sleeping as if
they knew what fori Where are the
people that kept shop in old Rome?"
"Dead, mot likely."
"Yes, and what did they live for?"
"For the fun thero was in it, X
guess."
"Clever, you are." Baldwin was
choking with a speechless contempt.
Wickens saw the quarrel to which
they were drifting. "Well." ho said,
"'you may finish this walk alone,"
and stopped before a book shop win
dow to look over the array of vol
umes.
Baldwin stalked down the street,
nur iug his mood. Wickens was a
fool at any rate —always had been.
All men were idiots, or they would
not go gambolling around in this
slaughter house as if the butcher were
not waiting for them with the inevita
ble knife. Ho, Charles MoTaggirt
Baldwin, was going to be a sheep no
longer. He was going to—to do
something or other. It did not mat
ter what.
He turned down a side street and
attempted a short cut across the road
way. He heard a feeble shriek behind
him. Something struok him stiffly iD
the fido. An arm clutched about his
neck and before he oould put out his
hand the asphalt pavement reached
up and struck him a sledge-hammer
blow on the forehead. There was an
explosion in his brain like the sudden
flame of a flashlight. Then all the
instinct of the animal roused him to
self-preservation. Drawing his legs
up under him, he arched his baok,
slipped the enemy's hold over his
head and crooked his arm up to .ward
off a possible blow. The foe lay limp
on the road beside him. He had been
run down by a young lady on a bi
cycle.
"Oh," he said, recovering himself
at onoe.
"I beg your pardon." Ho had
sprung to his feet. "Are you hurt?"
and was trying to disentangle her from
the machine.
She drew her feet up helplessly in
to her skirts. He was pluoking those,
with hurried clumsiness, from the
teeth of the gearing. "I didn't see
you coming," he apologized as he
raised her. "I hope you're not hurt."
She pressed her hand, panting,
against her side. "No-o," she gasped,
"only frightened."
But when he released her she tot
tered as if to full, and he was com
pelled to retain his hold upon her
arm, embarrassed and speechless.
"It was so stupid of me," she fal
tered, limping to the curbstone. "X
thought I could get by you, Mr. Bald
win."
He peered down at her in the dark
ness. "Why," he smiled, "I didn't
know you."
She laughed somewhat hysterically.
"I saw you comiug through the light.
I thought I could get past." She was
choking for breath. "I'm afraid I
hurt my—my foot."
She freed herself from his arm.
Baldwin returned to midroad for the
bicycle and his hat. When he came
back he found her sitting on the curb.
"You aro hurt," he said anxiously.
"My ankle," she replied. "I have
sprained it, I think."
He hesitated a moment. "Takemy
arm," he said, "and try if you can
walk."
By leaning heavily on him she sno
ceoded in limping along. Ho wheeled
the bicycle with his other hand, still
a bit embarrassed. But she laughed
and chatted. It had been so stupid
of herl It was a wonder she hadn't
killed him. What had he thought it
was that struck him?
He confessed that ho had not had
time to think. But the arm about his
neck had come as if some one had
leaped upon his back. "I'm nfraid,"
he said, "I took you for a footpad."
Tho remembranoe of it stirred her !
to nervous merriment. Her laugh
was not unplensaut. She choked
prettily at his whimsical description
of his preparations for defence, and
that description became so convul
sively amusing for a moment that
they stood together on a corner shak
ing with laughter. They wont on more
soberly when tho fit had passed, but
the barriers were down between them
and conversation was as easy as that
of old friends.
The distance from the scene of the
collision to her home was not great.
Baldwin rang the door bell and
assisted in allaying the anxiety of the
family. They laughed at last, at a
joint description of the accident as
given by the heroine and the hero
of it.
When she had boon assisted to her
room by a younger sister, Baldwin
remained to exchange small talk and
drink cool drinks below stairs. Be
fore he left he had been brushed
oluan of the roadway dust by
"brother Tom," thanked by her
mother for his kindness to a daughter
of the house and invited by the smil
ing family to call again.
Accordingly he did that, ou the
evening following, to see how the
sprained ankle was progressing. The
young woman herself received him.
He found her very pale and pretty,
amiable and altogether interesting.
He had called, on an average, three
times since in every week, and he has
bought a bieyole.
During the first stages of their
friendship he worked diligently for
an increase in his salary to allow of
the purchase of more theatre tiokets.
Lately he has had dreams of a honey
moon, and is kept worried in his
( leisure moments by impatient calcula
tion of the time which must elapse
before his salary will suffice for two.
But he is not troubling himself for an
answer to the Sphinx's riddle of ex
istence. Neither is he concerned for
a solution of any of the greater prob
lems of this life. The powers have
roconoiled him to the prison bars with
the old d#yioe.—New York Sun.
HCUSErICLD AFFAIRS.
To Make Thorn Crisp and Fresh. i
XJnlepn vegetables are taken direct
from tlie garden, tbey are always im
proved by freshening in clear cold
water. This is especially true with
cabbage, cauliflower, lettuce, beets,
asparagus, brussels sprouts, cucum
bers and pie plaut. If new potatoes
are soaked thus, the work of scraping
them is made much easier and tho
potatoes themselves will be found
mealier. Onions should always bo
soaked, and if they are to be used in a
salad, press in cold water in order to
remove the acrid part of the vegetable.
Tramps For tlie Dinner Tuhle.
While cauclle-liglit continues to bo
very popular upon fashionable dmuer
tables, some hostesses feel more secu
rity in the use of a candelabrum that
is fitted with tiny lamps, if this para
doxical statement can be accepted.
Some handsome ones seen were of
glass—the standard and branches—
the branohes fitted with little bowls
to hold the oil. A special colorless
oil is sold for use with these lamps,
and small burners and chimneys ac
company them. The lamps are pro
vided with silk, gauze, or jeweled
shades, and in effect are like the can
delabra, while the danger of a blazing
shade—as sometimes happens with
candles—in tlie middle of the dinner,
is obviated.
Fraerant Sachets For tlie Wardrobes.
The latest idea to put moths to
flight and rout them entirely from
closets and wardrobes is by the use of
fragrant sachets, which will give the
clothing a faint but delioions perfume,
and as the ingredients used for this
recipe are detested by the moths just
as infinitely as they are enjoyed by
human beings, the mixture is well
worth preparing. Take one ounce
each of cloves, nutmeg, cinnamon,
caraway seed, mace and tonquin
beans, pound to powder and mix them
with six ounces of orris root, which
must also be in powder. These in
gredients may be obtained ready
crushed at a druggist's. The best
bag in which they can be inclosed is
one of not over-fine muslin, and tho
miller's sack design, with the opening
tied around with a ribbon.
Electric Novelties For the noi-.ae.
Electricity for heating is now intro
duced in many houses, and the kitchen
buttit is almost complete. Due caii
cook without heat, (lust or smcke in
the new electric kitchen. There are
electrical tea-kettles, stew-pans, cof
fee-pots, irons and toasters. They
are easily manipulated where elec
tricity enters the house. By attach
ing a wire to the kuob on the small
implement heat is quickly communi
cated to it. Very little heat is given
to the surrounding air by the fluid,
and one can cook in a small kit2hen
with a largo electrical range without
experiencing any appreciable discom
fort from the temperature. For hot
weather use the electrical cutflt is uii>
surpassed, and is bound to come iiyfo
general use as electricity becomes j
more popular as au economic bouse-1
hold ageut. The small electrical cook-1
ing utensils cost from $3 to S3O apiece, |
but a complete electrical kitchen out- j
flt can be obtained at from SIOO to
S2OO.
denning Wall I'aper.
It is not always desirable or possi
ble to repaper a room where the wall
paper has been soiled in a few places.
To be able to clean such paper with
out injuring the gloss and general ef
feot would be a great relief to many a
housewife. This can be accomplished
without much difficulty. The method
of procedure is to take four ounces of
pumice-stone in the fine powdered
form and mix it with one quart of
flour. When the two have been mixed
with the hands add enough water to
knead the mass into a thick dough.
Form the mass into several rolls about
as long as the width of each strip of
wall paper, and two inches in diam
etor. Wrap some white cottou cloth
around each roll, and stitch it in
place, and then boil about three quar
ters of an hour. By that time the
dough-rolls are firm, and the cloth
covering can be removed. These rolls
j of hardened flour and puinioe-stono
are then used for rubbing over the
soiled portions of the paper. Not
only will ordinary dirt-spots be re
moved, but grease will be absorbed
by the rolls. After the rubbing the
paper should be dusted off carefully
with a clean cloth, and if any dirt re
mains the process should bo repeated.
This removes dirt much better than
the bread process.—The New Voice.
Recipes.
Pear Fritters—Take some good cook
ing pears, cut them into slices length
wise, oover with sugar, dip into bat
ter and fry to a delioate brown. Take
them out, dust over with sugar and
serve with sweet sauce.
Parsley Butter—Beat three table
spoonfuls of butter to a cream; add
one-half a tablespoonful of lemon
juice, one tablespoonful of finely
ohopped parsley, one-half a teaspoon
ful of salt and a little pepper.
Sweetbread Patties—Soak sweet
broads in cold water, remove pipes
and membranes, aud cook in boiling
salted water with one tablespoon lemon
juice twenty minutes, then plunge
into cold water to harden. When very
cold, break into small pieces, heat
them in a rich cream sauce, and serve
in puff paste shells or in bisouit
boxes.
Drop Cake —Cream one-fourth of a
cup of butter, add one and one-fourth
cups of powdered sugar and the well
beaten yolks of three eggs. Add one
and three-fourth cups of flour alternat
ing with one-half cupful of milk.
Then add the beaten whites of the
eggs, one teaspoonful of rnnila and
four level teaspoonfuls of baking pow
dor. Turn this into a cake pan (but
tered) and bake thirty-five minutes.
i TALES 0! PLUCK ?
AND ADVENTURE. |
Tlie Fainter'* Fall.
James Brown and Harry Lee were
the closest of friends. TUeso young
men were painters by trade and un
married. James Brown, however, was
the only support of his invalid mother,
the l'aet lieing well known to Harry.
| Only a fow evenings before the op
! portuuity for showing his loyalty to
this friendship came to him, Harry
had spent several restful hours in tho
home of his friend, and had marked
the devotion of mother to son and of
son to mother, and tlie impression
made on him of what he saw had
rested deopiy on his mind, lone man
as he was in the world, and served to
intensify his affection for his friend.
They were engaged V/Ol'king to
gether these days in doing come work
of decoration upon one of the high
buildings of New York City, and for
some reason Harry had occasion to
descend to the ground, and then no
ticed for tho first time how insecure
wiis James's position. tVhilo calling
James's attention to this, he was
horrified to see him slip from his
footing.
As quickly as thought can work
(and what,device of man can measure
that?) Harry thought of the invalid
mother, and, knowing the sureiy fatal
consequences of this fall from the fifth
story unless the tall could be broken
before reaching the pavement, stepped
in an instant direotly under the spot
where James would drop, and braced
himself to meet the terrible weight of
James's falling body, not expooting
to save his own life nor counting it
dear.
He succeeded almost miraculously
in his purpose of rescue. When these
men were brought into the Flower
Hospital in New Y'ork, it was dis
covered that Harry had not received
fatal injury, and James, for whom he
had risked his life, was suffering
chiefly from the breaking of both his
wrists and the bones of one anttle.
Harry, who was the first of tho two
men to be well enough to report for
duty, found pleasure in earing for the
invalid Mother of his friend as though
he were her son. The doctors of the
hospital, who alone were aware of the
true facts of the rescue, report an ex
pression of gratitndo upon the faoe of
James, on the occasion of every visit
of Harry to him in the hospital during
his long convalescence—the look was
more than human eyes are accustomed
to see or heart reveal.—New Voioo.
Redeeming Himself.
Men who are ignorant of fear are
*are. The bravest are those who,
knowing the danger, do cot flinoh
when duty calls. Tho following act of
| heroism in the case of a railroad en
j gineer is told in the Century Maga
j zine. August Sieg, the engineer in
j question, employed by the Ponnsyl-
I vania Railroad, met death by file to
j save the passengers behind him.
i The train, composed of ten crowded
passenger coaches, had just left Jer
sey City and was passiug through
the "Bergen Cut," when smoke sud
denly blew in through the open door
of the smoking-car, and a moment af
terward the engineer and fireman
eorambled in over tho tender.
The Bmoke cleared for an instant,
and showed a roaring fire in the open
furnace and flames streaming (back
from the oab. A sudden burst of
flame from the furnace had set the cab
on tire and forced tho engineer and
the fireman to beat a retreat.
But in deserting the oab without
flrßt doing something to oheok the
speed of the train, they had imperiled
the lives of all the passengers; for
the flames were spreading back so
fiercoly that it was only a question of
time when the whole train would be
on fire. To leap from it would mean
death or maiming, for it was rushing
along at full speed.
People had crowdod into the smok
er. Doubtless Sieg heard their lnut
terings. It required only a few min
utes for him to realize the situation.
He sprang through tho smoking-car
door, and a moment later had disap
peared amid the flames beyond.
Presently it was felt that the train's
speed was slncking, and soon, with a
lurch and a bump, it came to a full
stop near tho bridge over the Hacltou
sack.
The passengers rushed out. With
the sudden stoppage of the draft
caused by tho rush of tho train, the
flames from the cab rose straight into
the air. The head aud shoulders of a
man were seen protruding from the
water-tank on tho tender. It was
Sieg, his fuoo disfigured, his hands
burned, his body blistered. Ho was
takeu to a hospital, but hiß burns
proved fatal.
In retreating before that first fierce
burst of flame Sieg had been guilty of
a grave error; but who will say that
he failed to retrieve it like a hero?
Tlossnniii{r With an Elephant.
An English sportsman, "out after
elephants," had wounded a maguifi
ccntspecimen. Unfortunately for him,
the wound was slight, and tho animal,
greatly infuriated, turned and oharged
him.
It was a terrifying sight. With its
enormous oars spread out like sails,
aud omitting shrill notes of rage, the
monster came thundering over the
ground like a runaway locomotive.
The hunter fired another shot, but
missed; his nerve was shaken, and
throwing down his rifle, he sought
safety in flight.
Near at hand was a steep hill, and
to this he direoted his steps, for being
but slightly acquainted with the climb
ing powers of the elephant, he thought
his pursuar might bo baffied by the
steepness of the asoent. It was a ter
rible disappointment to And that the
elephant could climb a hill as quick
ly as he could, good runner as he
was.
He would have been overtaken if he
had not thought of a really ingenious
expedient. He knew that elephants
never run, or even walk, down a steep
incline, but alwnvs crouch, gather
their feet together, lean well back and
slide down. Just as the ferocious an
imal had got within a few yards of
him, therefore, the wily hunter sud
denly doubled and ran down tho hill
again!
Quick as a flash the elephant turned,
gathered itself together, and trumpet
ing with bullied rage, slid down after
its victim. The hunter had just time
to spring out of the way as tho great
beast came tobogganing after him,
smashing trees and shrubs, and carry
ing everything before it like an ava
lanch.
Then once more the hunter dashed
to the top of the hill, while the ele
phant, unable to stop itself, went ca
reering down to the very foot, where,
apparently understanding that it had
been outwitted, and feeling sore and
disappointed, it rose to its full height
and walked wearily back to its native
woods.
Girl ClioUoa a Lynx in Death.
George J. Manassa, of Kansas City,
who has been spending the past two
months at Kingman, Arizona, tells an
interesting story of a case of heroism
in a young girl that oame under his
observation. He said that one day
while there a ranchman, J. A. Carrow,
brought into town for medical treat
ment his son Murray, six years old,
and his daughter, seventeen yenrs
old. The girl's arm was frightfully
laoerated by the teeth and claws of
some animal, and the same rough
usage showed upon tho boy in wounds
upon the arm, hands and the breast
aud shoulders. Upon inquiry he
learned that Mr. Carrow was a wealthy
ranch owner living about twenty-live
miles north of the place, and that the
two children had been lacerated by a
lynx that had attaoked the boy, and
had been strangled to death by the
girl.
"The boy." Mr. Manassa said, "was
playing in a swing in au almond
orohard near the house, when a fero
cious lynx sprang upon him and
pulled him to the ground. A life and
death strugglo then took placo be
tween the little fellow aud the animal.
Taking the lynx by the ear and one
leg, he succeeded in throwing it to
the ground and holding it there,
screaming for help. The lynx was
biting his hand in a horrible manner,
but with Spartan courage he held on
until his sister came. The animal
had gotten the hotter of the boy,
when tho girl, with only her naked
hands as weapons, gave battle.
"She struggled with the infuriated
brute, and, although he clawed and
bit hor, she never released her hold
until she had it pinioned to the
ground by hor knee and a death grip
on its throat. She never released
her hold until the bruto was dead;
she choked it to death. Then she
did not faint or go into hysterios, but
she bound up tho wounds of her
brother and then, taking him up in
hor arms, carried him iuto the house.
Their clothes were almost entirely
torn from tho two children, and, after
their battle, tbey were covered with
blood that flowed from their wounds.
The animal was the largest that had
ever been seen in tho country, and
its pelt will be preserved as an inter
esting trophy by the Carrow family.
The girl was greatly praised for her
valiant conduot, aud one of the news
papers of the town, in writing of her
heroism, said: 'She should receive
the Government medal for bravery,
for no braver act than this is re
corded.'"
Got the Tiger by the Tongue.
A regular hunting tragedy took
place at Myaungmya, India, a few
days ago. A farmer of the neighbor
hood was visited by a huge tiger
which killed one of his cattle and ato
part of it. Two Christian Karens of
tho place, Shan Gyi and his brother
iu-law, Kyaw-Ya, both known ns in
trepid huntsmen, set out for the spot
where the partly eaten calf was still ly
ing, armed with no other woapou than
an old gun. They erected a small
platform on the top of whioh they
awaited the animal. Soon after the
tiger made his appearance, and, not
soeing the hunters, was about to par
take of a hearty dinner whou Shan
Gyi fired and bowled him over. The
brute, however, got up again and re
tired slowly. The two hunters fol
lowed quickly, and when near Shan
Gyi pulled the trigger, but the gun
missed fire. He quickly put in an
other cartridge, but before he had
time to fire the beast was upon him
and knocked him down. Kyaw Ya,
though unarmed, sprang upon the
animal, which turned upon him and
mauled him. Kyaw Ya managed to
seized the animal by the tongue and
held on firmly. Shan Gyi, thus re
leased, although severely wounded in
several places, tried to cut the tiger's
throat with a small knife he had, but
failed. He then clubbed the animal
with his gun, but the weapon was
soon smashed. It is impossible to
say how the contest would have end
ed had not some men who had heard
the report of the gun come on the
scene and despatched the tiger. The
two brave hunters were then taken to
the Myaungmya Hospital, where they
now are in a rather bad state. Their
lives, however, are not despaired of.
Wliat They Are Used For.
"What are the holes for?" asked
little Edna, looking at the porous
plaster that her mother was preparing
to adjust on Willie's back.
"It's funny you don't know that,
sis," iuterposed Willie. "They're to
let the pain out, of course."—Boston
Traveler.
APT ALLITERATION'S AID,
Enterprise Evinced—Each Editorial Efc
fusion Entertainingly Embellished.
The poeta of all time have beea
proua to invoke "apt nlliterntion's
artful aid," but it haa remained for a
Virginia editor to employ it for the
more prosaio purpoaea of newspaper
work, says the Boohester Post-Ex
presa. The Orange Observer is
"editorially energized" by Bobert
Newton Bobinson, who is nothing if
not original iu the make up of his
aheet. Its local column has ths
alluring headline "Jotting of June
Time," and its personal department
is headed "People Get in Print." As
the Orange Observer is a county
paper muoh of its space is devoted to
the happenings that are of particular
interest to its home readers. These
items are displayed in an original
manner. Under the general head
of "Coined iu the County," appear
"Bhoadesville Buminatious," "Gor
donsville Gleanings," "Bulletins from
Barboursville," and "Unionville
Utterances." The very fact that
James Jones has painted tho new ex
tension to his cow shed, or that Silas
Smith is making preparations for hay
ing is made more interesting, even
pootie, by the Hubtle assistance of the
alliterative method.
But the versatile Virginia vendor
of news carries his system still
further. He has made it an art. He
prints a list of letters remaining
unoalled for at the postoffice as
"Languishing Letters," whioh is
certainly poetic, if not striotly cor
reot. Iu Iho Observer dead persons
aro consigned to "Bealms of Best,"
and marriage announcements are
felicitiously referred to as "Hearts
Forever Huppy." In this way all the
news is served, from "Virginia's
Varieties" to "Echoes From Ex
changes." So far Bobert Newton
Bobinson has been successful in get
ting out of tho stereotyped expressions
of country journalism.
WISE WORDS.
Aot to-day and rest to-morrow.
Life lies deeper than its leaves.
Don't talk of future doing, but do,
now!
Mud-slingers usually scrape it off
themselves.
The upright character needs down
right sense.
Enthusiasm is the fountain of per
petual youth.
It is not history alone that has room
for the heroic.
The roomfor improvements usually
a spacious one.
It is only borrowed wings that make
high flight daugerous.
The men who make the world are
the men who aie not on the make.
The winds of temptation may be
used to settle your roots more firmly.
The rainbow of promise is born of
the rnys of lovo on the rain of sorrow.
If you are certain that you are un
certain, how great is your uncertainty.
Adversity is the grindstone on which
wo lose enough to put au edge of use
fulness on our lives.—-Barn's Horn.
Illainetl the Telegraph Operator.
The night editor was worried any
way, and when ho got the "query"
from one of his correspondents he
didn't have time to puzzle it out for
himself. The query was as follows:
Guest poisoned Tt. O'Slalne? How much?
JONES.
"Where's Port of Maine?" i the night
editor shouted over to the telegraph
editor.
"Never hoard of it," was the reply.
"Then where',/ Point of Maine?"
snapped the night editor.
"Never heard of that, either," an
swered tho telegraph editor,
"Then what does this query mean?'!
growled tho night editor as he carried
it over to the telegraph desk.
Everybody puzzled over it, includ
ing some of the reporters, who always
want to know everything that is going
on in the offioo. They all gavo it np.
Then up walked the office boy—the
fresh one. He gave it one look and
the query was translated.
"Wot's der matter wit' youse?' he
asked in his superiority. "Dat dere
query says 'Guest poisoned, ptomaine.'
Dat should be a little 'p,' dat's all
dat's wrong."
"Confound that telegraph opera
tor," said the night editor as he
walked to his desk, and business was
resumed.—New York Sun.
Qalte Surprising.
The sight of a row of forceps has
olosed the mouths of many sufferers,
even after they had seated themselves
in the dentist's ohair. Dental sur
geons anticipate this, and the follow
ing amusing instance of how an ob
stinate Irishman was made to show
his teeth may not be amiss.
Pat came to the dentist's with his
jaw very muoh swollen from a tooth
he desired to have pulled. But when
the suffering son of Erin got into the
dentist's chair and saw the gleaming
pair of foreceps approaohing his face,
he positively refused to open his
mouth.
The dentist quietly told his page
boy to prick his patient with a pin,
aud when Pat opened to yell, the den
tist seized the tooth, and out it came.
"It didn'C hurt as much as you ex
pected it would, did it?" the dentist
asked, smiling.
"Well, no," replted Pat, hesitating
ly, as if doubting tho truthfulness of
admission. "But," he added, placing
his hand on the spot where the boy
pricked him with the pin, "begorra,
little did I think the roots would reach
down like that."—Tit-Bita.
At Munich there is an hospital whioh
is entirely supported by the sale of old
steel pens and nibs collected from all
parts of Germany. Thqy are mode
into watch springs, knives and razors.